There’s something important about quiet times. I can’t put a finger on exactly what it is, but it matters.

As I’m writing this it is one of those quiet times. A damp and grey morning all the colors outside seem muted. Rain is alternating between a sad drizzle and a cutting, diagonal downpour. A warm cup of coffee fits, along with a book to read. Music with few words and soothing tones playing in the background.

Perhaps the important thing is that this is a short lived thing. I know that I’ve got a slate of things set up to do later today, grey weather or not. That will mean preparation and travel, filled with people and noise. The schedule will pick up and, if I am not careful, my energy level will drop precipitously.

This is recharge time. This is inspiration time. Time to drift and wonder and dream.

Take advantage of those times when you get them. I know I will.